I actually made dinner last night...

Not only did I actually make dinner, I actually enjoyed making dinner. And it wasn't something simple like spaghetti or cheese sammies. No, it was MANICOTTI. Multiple step really bad for you cheesy not-so-breezy manicotti. Now I'm eagerly awaiting Friday when I plan to make a winter squash galette with a yeasted tart dough. Yes, YEASTED. Truthfully, anything yeasted may be pushing things a bit.

I'm wondering if the GOOD hormones may be kicking in. Despite an almost daily bout of mild nausea, usually from being too hungry, I'm finally feeling damn good.

It figures I'd be late on getting the good stuff. After all, I had almost daily nausea until fucking twenty weeks. I've been a bit late on pretty much everything. I just hope this holds into the third tri and I don't come crashing down as of January.

M. read Where the Wild Things Are to The Unnamed one last night. I can't wait until he can actually see the pictures.